"I can't believe that bastard didn't choose her already, he needs to play his numerous games. " Amanda screamed in anger when we got home.
I was still reeling the fact that I have come really very close to Alpha king Damien and I wasn't even thinking of killing him the entire time only fucking him. My insides squish at the memory of our encounter. Killing Alpha Damien would be hard and I didn't need to let my doubts out because Amanda is already spiting fire. "I'm sure she's going be the choosen one, " Alpha Krist said obviously trying to calm his beta. "How can you be so sure about that, well she's barely attractive and wolf less. What's a Luna without a wolf? She's basically useless. We are going to lose this." "No, we are not going to lose, Amanda. She's his mate. He's going to choose her and we'll get what we want. " I was momentarily stunned. I'm the Alpha King Damien's mate? I'm speechless. My mate. How... Why didn't I recognize him. I thought I was supposed to know when I see my mate. "Your scent is everywhere.." I could recall the first words from the Alpha King Damien to me. He really did scent me as his mate. Why didn't I perceive him? Was it because I don't have a wolf yet? My other senses are woefully limited. I turned to Alpha Krist to question him. He seems to know everything about me and it's kind of scary thinking he has that power over me. "How did you find out that he's my mate? " I asked. "From your father of course. He planned to use you as a bargaining chip to save his life but I have other ideas instead. Killing the Alpha King would automatically make me the most powerful Alpha bloodline in moonshine pack and I will become the Alpha King." "You want me to kill the Alpha King Damien so you can take his throne? " "Shut up your mouth. Need I remind you that you are alive because I saved you that day? If anyone finds out your real identity as the tyrant Alpha Adios' daughter you will be dead or thrown into a worst place than Blackway prison. So you better don't get any ideas. Alpha King Damien will kill you if you ever tell him your true identity. Thanks to me everyone thought you are dead like your family." *** "Welcome to the Alpha King Damien's mansion, Miss Freya. As one of the contestant of the Bride Selection I will show you to your room. Alpha King Damien would be present for the welcome dinner which is 8pm. You will meet the other contestants at the dinner too. Now you're allowed to rest and freshen up for the evening. " I nodded and smiled at the Butler as he carried my bags to my assigned room. Alpha King Damien's mansion was huge and monstrous. My room was exactly how I would have loved it to be. I wondered how he knew my taste. The floral curtains. The view from the window is breathtaking. I was going to love here. I quickly change out of my dress. I have a bag full of beautiful dresses. Amanda didn't hold back in giving me everything I needed to win this Bride Selection. The blood dagger lay at the bottom of my bag. I refuse acknowledging it. It lay there like a taboo, a responsibility I'm running away from. Sighing I let my gown fall to the ground. Tied up a towel before a knock sounded at the door. Thinking it was the Butler I hurried to open it and instantly regretted. The sight of Alpha King Damien at the doorway with only a thin towel covering me was a very bad idea. My thoughts were instantly clouded by him. My mate. "Freya, " he said. The sound of my name was my undoing. "I can smell you everywhere that I can't wait until dinner to see you. It's a very strange thing, how this works." I wet my dry lips. "You didn't tell me you were the Alpha King Damien," I said, blushing. "You didn't seem to mind then. You were so eager to get away from me." His eyes rake down my body. I could see the raw hunger in them. He was trying to restrain himself from tearing my towel and having me right now. He needed to mark me as his mate but was restraining himself for reasons I don't know. "I'll see you at dinner then," I offered breaking off the moment. His eyes were red from desire and I know he's taking a huge self control to hold himself back from claiming me. "Very well Freya, I will see you at dinner." I quickly closed the door as he left. My heartbeat race frantically, I eased myself into the bathtub and let the soapy water soak my body. A privilege I lacked in the prison. Alpha King Damien, I don't know what to think about him. My sense were too confused to think about him. Kill him or fuck him? After much contemplation I arrived at one conclusion. I was going to fuck Alpha King Damien, make him mine and then kill him after he makes me his bride. That was the only way I could appease Alpha Krist and Amanda. And myself. I was awoken by a sound and realized that I've fallen asleep in the bathtub. Turning to see a young omega setting out a dress for me. She smiled when she saw that I was awake. "Hello I'm Beatrice, your handmaid. I'm here to help you dress up for dinner," she said timidly. "Thank you Beatrice," I said as I climbed out of the bathtub, already cold from the over long shower. Drying myself up I noticed the dress laid out for me. It wasn't one of mine. "Did Alpha King Damien set this out for me?" I asked feeling silly with a stupid goofy smile on my face. It's a very special gesture. He was my mate after all. An advantage to me. The girl smiled and nodded. I felt like the princess I have once been as she adorned me the exquisite dress. It's floral pattern was like that of a peacock. It's a kind of dress that would cause heads to turn. My insides melted with happiness. If I was a different girl than I was, then it was going to be called love for her mate. But all was facade that would soon fade when I plunge that blood dagger into Alpha King Damien's chest to stop his heart.I was halfway down the stairs to the dinner hall when the commotion happened. A redhead girl all fiery temper suddenly tear at me without no warning. "You thief," she shouted angrily. She's a lycan. And from all I've heard about lycans is that they were extremely dangerous and vengeful. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, you slut," she went on. Confused by the sudden assault I looked around to see if there was someone to help, unfortunately we were alone. I turned to face her. "I don't understand why you are attacking me. I did nothing to you," I said. "You should have thought of that before you stole from me," the lycan bit out. The tone she use was very degrading. "Stole from you? I did no such th... " I was unable to finish my sentence before a resounding slap hit my right cheek. "What the hell? Are you crazy?" My cheek sting so bad it was going to bruise. "You criminal, if you are so poor you can't afford your own dress, as least don't steal mine. " "Steal your dress
***** I went upstairs to change out of the torn dress with the intention of having my petty revenge. I drop my luggage on my bed, searching through my clothes for the perfect dress to wear. "Yes," I exclaimed as soon as I saw it. The perfect sexy black dress. The sexy dress is designed to captivate and flatter my figure while exuding elegance and allure. It hugs my curves in all the right places, crafted from a luxurious fabric of silk, it shimmers against the night light. I could kiss Amanda right now for this. The dress have a daring plunging neckline, that adds a touch of boldness and recklessness. While the delicate lace ran along the sides and create an enticing glimpse of my soft breasts, without being too revealing. A thigh high slit run along one side, allowing for a playful flash of my full legs with every step I take. A bold move, but Alpha King Damien called for it. I was going to ignore him throughout the dinner. Feign lack of interest in his affairs. "Watch out, A
***** I straightened my sore back. Tonight was fun. The best I've had in years. After dinner, dessert was served shortly. Ire and I munch on the fluffy chocolate cakes and drank a bottle of red wine, while discussing on our views about dancing. Alpha King Damien and Leah were no where to be seen. They'd disappeared shortly after dinner without staying for dessert. Maya suddenly complained of headache and had retired to her bedroom. Adriana followed suit. Since Ire and I have formed a semblance of friendship, we decided to enjoy the night eating cakes and tarts. The time struck midnight when Ire and I decided to retreat to our rooms. Ire's bedroom was at the east wing. Mine was at the north wing, so we both parted ways, promising to attend the dance class together tomorrow. I strode down the hallway to my room feeling the best I've been for a while. My stomach is filled with fresh foods. A foreign state from my time in the prison. I try to always remind myself of my past, a litt
***** My dreams were filled with intense lovemaking with Alpha King Damien. I woke up feeling arousal and giddiness, my memories still fresh from his passionate kiss. I touched my swollen lips and smiled. I can't wait to see Alpha King Damien today. My mate. I quickly refresh myself before heading to the dance class. I'm sure Ire was already waiting for me. I'm wearing a striking red leotard, paired with a short layered skirt that added free movement to enable me dance freely. The dance hall was stunning, bathed in natural light streaming through the tall windows. The walls were painted snow white and the polished wooden floor reflects the elegance of the space. Tall mirrors lining one side of the hall, created an illusion of endless space. Excitement course through me. I love it already. Alpha King Damien sure have everything incorporated into his palace. Ire was already there, along with the other three contestants. I suppose we’re all having dance lessons today. "Freya,
***** The dressmaker was a young woman of twenty. My room was filled with an arrays of colourful dresses with different styles, each have a unique style of its own. Alpha King Damien sure knows how to make a woman swoon. Fifty new dresses. Some are flowing maxi dresses with floral patterns, there are silks, satins, and cotton blends, that glitters and catch the eye. I test try each of the dress, assessing how they fit and flatter my shape. Just a few days in Alpha King Damien's palace have accentuated my curves. Beatrice was helping me organize the dresses I had tried on. "I have a message for you from Amanda. It's in your dress pocket,"whispered the dressmaker as she fastened the endless straps on the corset dress I was wearing. I froze, momentarily stunned and fear ran down my spine. Amanda sure know how to pick her spies. I wondered who else works for her. I looked at Beatrice, fearing she would overhear the conversation. She'd betrayed me once, I don't want her overhearing
**** "Alpha King Damien is fucking Leah." After last night encounter with Alpha King Damien, I was half surprised by the whispering going on in the library where we were excepted to read a book today. Apparently, a Luna should be a book lover, well versed in knowledge. I was only half pretending to read the blasted thing. I didn't expect King Damien to continue with his sex escapades with Leah. We're mates for crying out loud, he should fucking respect that. I am seething with anger while scrolling the pages of Harry Potter, barely paying attention to the written words. I am fuming with jealousy. Yes. After last night vulnerable moment in my room, I'd thought Alpha King Damien and I had grown a bit close. Yes. He's my mate and he could fucking hear my emotions through the bond that we haven't even honour. It should be a good reason for him to stop fucking Leah. I bid the time when I will get to see him. I plan to lash out my anger on him. It is strange. I was supposed to be hating
***** I am the feast, Alpha King Damien was munching on with a skillful art of a lover. Lying stark naked on his gigantic bed, I didn't know when he pulled away my robe and my night dress as they lay on the floor. I slid my arms around his shoulders, caressing his tongue with my own. He groaned into my mouth. I'm on fire, I pull at his pants zipper but he caught my hands, imprisoning me, with only his lips touching mine. "You're wild, Freya," he murmured against my ears. I moaned. It wasn't enough. I want all of him. I deepened the kiss, hooking my legs around his back, drawing him closer. He tore his lips away from mine and trail them to my neck. I arched my head towards him. I need more...more. "Damien," I moaned, my long hair splayed on the plush bedsheets. He dragged his teeth from my neck to my breasts, grazing his sharp teeth on my sensitive nipples, causing me to arched my back to meet his onslaught. "Damien... Don't stop," I told him softly, my entire body raking with fi
***** "You're blushing," Ire teased. "No, I'm not," I said with a pout, struggling to conceal the lingering flush of last night's intense encounter with Alpha King Damien. "You're blushing, no doubt about it," Ire declared, her piercing gaze scrutinizing me intensely. "I'm just excited about the quest," I told her. Her keen eyes narrowed as she studied me, as if searching for a hidden motive behind my blushing. Yes, the hunting quest. Beta Smith, our magic instructor had dropped the bombshell this morning, revealing to us that we are to embark on a hunting quest for the lost moonshine pack heirlooms. Lost deep within the magical forest where ancient artifacts lay hidden. To succeed, we need both magic and our wolf, which I'm evidently lacking in both. And Beta Smith takes delightfulness in reminding me of this. "To succeed in finding the magical heirlooms, you must be equip in mastery of both magic and harnessing your wolves. All of which Miss Freya is terribly lacking. The Al
***** When I opened my eyes, the familiar green forest had transformed into another realm of silver trees. The strange beautiful woman was nowhere to be seen, but the jade hair clip she pinned to my hair remained, a tangible proof of our encounter. I touched the clip, assurance flooding me, it was real. She had given me the heirloom. Now, I just needed to find my way back home. To Alpha King Damien, my mate. Gazing around, confusion and dread crept in. Threads of doubt entwined my thoughts. That strange woman, minutes ago, she sought to drain my blood, calling me a traitor. And yet, she gifted me the heirloom. It must have been one of her plans to get me to lose control so she could drink my blood. I sighed, lost and vulnerable. Without magic and my wolf, I was a prey to the forests dark creatures. "There you are," a voice suddenly spoke out, shattering the eerie silence. I spun around and let out a terrified scream. The sound echoed through the silver forest. Fear clawed its way
***** "You're blushing," Ire teased. "No, I'm not," I said with a pout, struggling to conceal the lingering flush of last night's intense encounter with Alpha King Damien. "You're blushing, no doubt about it," Ire declared, her piercing gaze scrutinizing me intensely. "I'm just excited about the quest," I told her. Her keen eyes narrowed as she studied me, as if searching for a hidden motive behind my blushing. Yes, the hunting quest. Beta Smith, our magic instructor had dropped the bombshell this morning, revealing to us that we are to embark on a hunting quest for the lost moonshine pack heirlooms. Lost deep within the magical forest where ancient artifacts lay hidden. To succeed, we need both magic and our wolf, which I'm evidently lacking in both. And Beta Smith takes delightfulness in reminding me of this. "To succeed in finding the magical heirlooms, you must be equip in mastery of both magic and harnessing your wolves. All of which Miss Freya is terribly lacking. The Al
***** I am the feast, Alpha King Damien was munching on with a skillful art of a lover. Lying stark naked on his gigantic bed, I didn't know when he pulled away my robe and my night dress as they lay on the floor. I slid my arms around his shoulders, caressing his tongue with my own. He groaned into my mouth. I'm on fire, I pull at his pants zipper but he caught my hands, imprisoning me, with only his lips touching mine. "You're wild, Freya," he murmured against my ears. I moaned. It wasn't enough. I want all of him. I deepened the kiss, hooking my legs around his back, drawing him closer. He tore his lips away from mine and trail them to my neck. I arched my head towards him. I need more...more. "Damien," I moaned, my long hair splayed on the plush bedsheets. He dragged his teeth from my neck to my breasts, grazing his sharp teeth on my sensitive nipples, causing me to arched my back to meet his onslaught. "Damien... Don't stop," I told him softly, my entire body raking with fi
**** "Alpha King Damien is fucking Leah." After last night encounter with Alpha King Damien, I was half surprised by the whispering going on in the library where we were excepted to read a book today. Apparently, a Luna should be a book lover, well versed in knowledge. I was only half pretending to read the blasted thing. I didn't expect King Damien to continue with his sex escapades with Leah. We're mates for crying out loud, he should fucking respect that. I am seething with anger while scrolling the pages of Harry Potter, barely paying attention to the written words. I am fuming with jealousy. Yes. After last night vulnerable moment in my room, I'd thought Alpha King Damien and I had grown a bit close. Yes. He's my mate and he could fucking hear my emotions through the bond that we haven't even honour. It should be a good reason for him to stop fucking Leah. I bid the time when I will get to see him. I plan to lash out my anger on him. It is strange. I was supposed to be hating
***** The dressmaker was a young woman of twenty. My room was filled with an arrays of colourful dresses with different styles, each have a unique style of its own. Alpha King Damien sure knows how to make a woman swoon. Fifty new dresses. Some are flowing maxi dresses with floral patterns, there are silks, satins, and cotton blends, that glitters and catch the eye. I test try each of the dress, assessing how they fit and flatter my shape. Just a few days in Alpha King Damien's palace have accentuated my curves. Beatrice was helping me organize the dresses I had tried on. "I have a message for you from Amanda. It's in your dress pocket,"whispered the dressmaker as she fastened the endless straps on the corset dress I was wearing. I froze, momentarily stunned and fear ran down my spine. Amanda sure know how to pick her spies. I wondered who else works for her. I looked at Beatrice, fearing she would overhear the conversation. She'd betrayed me once, I don't want her overhearing
***** My dreams were filled with intense lovemaking with Alpha King Damien. I woke up feeling arousal and giddiness, my memories still fresh from his passionate kiss. I touched my swollen lips and smiled. I can't wait to see Alpha King Damien today. My mate. I quickly refresh myself before heading to the dance class. I'm sure Ire was already waiting for me. I'm wearing a striking red leotard, paired with a short layered skirt that added free movement to enable me dance freely. The dance hall was stunning, bathed in natural light streaming through the tall windows. The walls were painted snow white and the polished wooden floor reflects the elegance of the space. Tall mirrors lining one side of the hall, created an illusion of endless space. Excitement course through me. I love it already. Alpha King Damien sure have everything incorporated into his palace. Ire was already there, along with the other three contestants. I suppose we’re all having dance lessons today. "Freya,
***** I straightened my sore back. Tonight was fun. The best I've had in years. After dinner, dessert was served shortly. Ire and I munch on the fluffy chocolate cakes and drank a bottle of red wine, while discussing on our views about dancing. Alpha King Damien and Leah were no where to be seen. They'd disappeared shortly after dinner without staying for dessert. Maya suddenly complained of headache and had retired to her bedroom. Adriana followed suit. Since Ire and I have formed a semblance of friendship, we decided to enjoy the night eating cakes and tarts. The time struck midnight when Ire and I decided to retreat to our rooms. Ire's bedroom was at the east wing. Mine was at the north wing, so we both parted ways, promising to attend the dance class together tomorrow. I strode down the hallway to my room feeling the best I've been for a while. My stomach is filled with fresh foods. A foreign state from my time in the prison. I try to always remind myself of my past, a litt
***** I went upstairs to change out of the torn dress with the intention of having my petty revenge. I drop my luggage on my bed, searching through my clothes for the perfect dress to wear. "Yes," I exclaimed as soon as I saw it. The perfect sexy black dress. The sexy dress is designed to captivate and flatter my figure while exuding elegance and allure. It hugs my curves in all the right places, crafted from a luxurious fabric of silk, it shimmers against the night light. I could kiss Amanda right now for this. The dress have a daring plunging neckline, that adds a touch of boldness and recklessness. While the delicate lace ran along the sides and create an enticing glimpse of my soft breasts, without being too revealing. A thigh high slit run along one side, allowing for a playful flash of my full legs with every step I take. A bold move, but Alpha King Damien called for it. I was going to ignore him throughout the dinner. Feign lack of interest in his affairs. "Watch out, A
I was halfway down the stairs to the dinner hall when the commotion happened. A redhead girl all fiery temper suddenly tear at me without no warning. "You thief," she shouted angrily. She's a lycan. And from all I've heard about lycans is that they were extremely dangerous and vengeful. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, you slut," she went on. Confused by the sudden assault I looked around to see if there was someone to help, unfortunately we were alone. I turned to face her. "I don't understand why you are attacking me. I did nothing to you," I said. "You should have thought of that before you stole from me," the lycan bit out. The tone she use was very degrading. "Stole from you? I did no such th... " I was unable to finish my sentence before a resounding slap hit my right cheek. "What the hell? Are you crazy?" My cheek sting so bad it was going to bruise. "You criminal, if you are so poor you can't afford your own dress, as least don't steal mine. " "Steal your dress